Lewis F. Day
Lewis F. Day was an influential English designer and author, recognized for his contributions to the decorative arts during the late 19th and early 20th centuries. He was particularly noted for his expertise in embroidery and stained glass, which he explored in his seminal works, 'Art in Needlework: A Book About Embroidery' and 'Windows: A Book About Stained & Painted Glass.' In 'Art in Needlework,' Day not only provided practical guidance on embroidery techniques but also emphasized the artistic potential of needlework, advocating for its recognition as a legitimate form of art. His insights helped elevate the status of embroidery in the decorative arts, inspiring both artisans and enthusiasts alike. In 'Windows,' Day delved into the intricate world of stained and painted glass, discussing its historical significance and aesthetic value. His writings reflect a deep appreciation for craftsmanship and an understanding of how decorative arts can enhance architectural spaces. Through his works, Day played a crucial role in the Arts and Crafts Movement, promoting the idea that art should be accessible and integrated into everyday life. His legacy endures in the continued appreciation of embroidery and stained glass as vital components of artistic expression.
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“Speakin' of the Jones an' Plummer trail, I once hears a dance-hall girl who volunteers some songs over in a Tucson hurdygurdy, an' that maiden sort o' dims my sights some. First, she gives us The Dying Ranger, the same bein' enough of itse'f to start a sob or two; speshul when folks is, as Colonel Sterett says, 'a leetle drinkin'.' Then when the public clamours for more she sings something which begins: "'Thar's many a boy who once follows the herds, On the Jones an' Plummer trail; Some dies of drink an' some of lead, An' some over kyards, an' none in bed; But they're dead game sports, so with naught but good words, We gives 'em "Farewell an' hail."' "Son, this sonnet brings down mem'ries; and they so stirs me I has to vamos that hurdygurdy to keep my emotions from stampedin' into tears. Shore, thar's soft spots in me the same as in oilier gents; an' that melody a-makin' of references to the old Jones an' Plummer days comes mighty clost to meltin' everything about me but my guns an' spurs.””
“October 25: A day of despair, in the middle of such a horribly senseless city, and of wondering whether there were not still”
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